After the Doomsday Anvils were forged, they were fairly distributed by the ancestral gods to various clans located in different fortresses. As a clan inherited from the ancestral era, the Drazkrad clan was of course also allocated an anvil, but
It is currently in the hands of the iron chisel master.
"You know Snorri, I am using the anvil of our clan. The production in the workshop is inseparable from it..." The master of chisels was about to explain further, but Snorri interrupted him.
"Uncle Iron Chisel, I understand that your experience and wisdom are far better than mine. I fully support you taking charge of the clan's doomsday anvil!"
The elders present all expressed praise for Snorri's general move, but the Iron Chisel Master still seemed uneasy because there was no anvil available for the Chosen of the Ancient Goddess.
"Our Rune Blacksmith Guild was originally allocated three bodies under Tourni's care during the initial allocation. However, over the past thousands of years, two of them have been lost due to an accident involving the master who was in charge of them at that time.
, these things are recorded in the guild’s book of hatred.”
Although Snorri had already expressed his understanding, the Chisel Master continued to speak on his own.
"Of course, I estimate that Master Kragg may still have one or two in his private collection. Although he has rarely accompanied the army in these years, the battles in which he participated have basically been victorious. But you know, he
The power is enough to change the situation of the war."
The old dwarf took a breath, "But his stubborn temper is not far behind his strength. If I don't know where to get it from him, I might as well try to find it in the lost mountain fortress!"
Master Chisel took a sip of beer and continued: "Every time there is a meeting, Master Kragg always complains about the two missing anvils. It's too bad not to mention it!"
"So where did Master Molten's Doomsday Anvil come from?" Snorri couldn't help but ask, thinking that Master Molten came from a small clan.
"Don't worry, kid, listen to me slowly." Master Chisel took another sip of beer. "His anvil was obtained from the Andegrand clan!" After hearing this, everyone except Si, who looked shocked,
The expressions of several other elders besides Noli were different.
The eldest, Mr. Dolson and Grandma Yushou, had expressions of regret and sorrow, while the faces of the three parents were mainly sneers.
"The Undergrand clan that once ruled Karak-Eight Peaks?" Snorri asked uncertainly. He vaguely remembered that the legendary dwarf lord Belegar Ironhammer in the game always shouted "For the Undergrand clan"
Glory"
"Is there another Andergrand clan in the world?" Master Chisel sighed, "Who would have thought that a clan that was once so powerful would be reduced to selling off the treasures of its ancestors to raise military expenses?"
"Military expenses? You call that military expenses?" Before he finished speaking, Uncle Longchui shouted:
"That's obviously money to buy the lives of the tribesmen!" He seemed a little excited.
"How many compatriots have been buried in a foreign land because of this! Do they call it regaining their homeland? That is clearly calling death! Thousands of people want to take back Karak-Bafeng Mountain. Do they look down on the craftsmanship of their ancestors in building fortresses or look down on the greenskins full of pits in the valley?
?"
"It's a good thing to try to regain the lost mountain fortress no matter what..." Grandma Jade Hand tried to defend the Andegrand clan, which also represented the attitude of a large part of the older dwarves. "That's because the one who died was not yours.
Brother!" Dragon Hammer roared.
"That's enough!" Thorgreen frowned and spoke in a low tone, "Klim, if you are tired, go back and rest."
Dragon Hammer knew that he had said the wrong thing. He drained the beer in the wine glass in one gulp and then smashed the wine glass onto the table with a "bang" sound. Snorri could vaguely see that the corners of his eyes were moist. p>
"Let me continue," the chisel master said,
"Dulingen took out an exquisite weapon passed down from his clan's ancestors, his own famous work, and a large amount of pledge money in exchange for the anvil. I haven't seen such a well-preserved doomsday anvil for a long time. If I had known it earlier,
We should take action today!"
The chisel master spoke very quickly and wanted to end this topic as soon as possible.
Although the Anvil of Doom is as treasured as a legendary weapon, its value is far less than the latter due to applicability issues. Many adventurers from other races often go deep into the lost fortresses of the dwarves, and they have also brought out the Anvil of Doom in an attempt to escape from it.
Exchange for treasures from dwarves.
However, some of these recovered anvils were damaged due to improper preservation and disrepair. Others were even deliberately destroyed by the Chaos race. Although they had no choice but to use the material of the Doomsday Anvil itself, they could still grind away the runes engraved on it.
It can be done. Since they need extensive repairs to reuse them, and some are even beyond repair, the value is not too high.
However, the one kept by the Andegrand clan is different. It has been carefully maintained since it was transported out of Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain. It was traded because the clan had not produced a rune master qualified to take charge of it for too long.
, so it was sold at a higher price.
"Let's leave the matter of Doomsday Anvil as it is, and we will figure it out on our own later!" Thorgreen signaled to end the discussion on this topic.
"The last item, let's discuss the matter of the Snorri Guards! What is it called? Hammer..."
"Anvil Guard!"
"Yes, Anvil Guard, how should we do this? Last night at the wine table, several clan leaders who are close to our clan mentioned this matter to me. They meant that we can provide them with people and equipment.
."
"Hahaha, it seems that our little Snorri's golden sign of the goddess's choice is very attractive!" The iron chisel master smiled happily.
"The clan's efforts to launch various channels to publicize it everywhere are not in vain. Those guys drank our beer and said some good things!" Aunt Sonia continued.
Hearing this, Snorri was stunned, and he realized that his nickname of "Goddess of Choice" was deliberately spread by the clan.
"They all feel that following Snorri is a very honorable thing. In addition to gaining honor, they may also get the attention of the ancestor goddess." Thorgreen continued.
"But you have to be careful with your manpower! Don't cram in guys who are thinner than pointy-eared things! If the meteorite equipment is so heavy that they can't walk, it will be our people who will be lost!" Dragon Hammer
Uncle answered the call.
"Many tribesmen came to me last night, some with long beards and some with moustaches. They were all asking about when Snorri would form the Anvil Guard! Such a glorious thing as fighting under the watchful eye of the ancestor goddess cannot be entirely cheap.
Other clans."
"The Anvil Guards and the Iron Breaker Warriors are a team of eighty people, right?" Mr. Dolson, the eldest, looked at the Chisel Master.
"That's right, the three of us are matched according to this number!"
"How about forty clans with whom we have good relations come, and we, the Drazkrad clan, also come up with forty members? According to the teachings of our ancestors, the blood of the same origin is the most reliable when it comes to the battlefield!" For such a mature person,
None of the dwarves present had any objections to Zhiyan.
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